The dreaming machine

10 11 2008

You see zigzag through me

I don’t hate it better.

I’m thinking of you.

But not so fondly.

When we meet at R4, we shall reunite permanently.

Until then, the moon will be in retrograde.

P.S. Music has been missing in my life.

What a tragedy.

Now is the time to be inspired.

I know you’re not ready for this.

You’ll never be.





127

18 10 2008

I don’t feel good about this. At all.

I know its the “right” thing to do.

I deserve this.

And so does he.

I hope I won’t regret this for life.

I hope everything will fall into place.

We deserve happiness. Especially him.

I’ll always be your’s.

Your ming a ling.





12 02 2008

My grandma fell asleep listening to comforting sounds.

I love my poh poh.

“It’s hard to make sense. Feels as if I’m sensing you through a lens.” 





Arithmetic

10 02 2008

8 more days.

I wonder if he realizes.

I wonder if he feels the urgency.

A little tabby white mew is waiting.

So is my great white shark.

I too am waiting.





Self-fulfilling prophecy

7 02 2008

I fucking knew it.

Why did you have to prove me right?

Where do these instincts lead me to?

I enter the gray weather.

You had to mess with my saliva.

No wonder, it was a fluke.

No more questions.

No more pleads.

No more riding over me.





One more night

4 02 2008

The truth is that equal love is non-existent.

If it still prevailed, it aged.

The melody swirled with the trumpet and her clear, husky voice.

He danced with his elephantine moves.

She could not stop staring at the man she adored

and her last thought was

“Would one more night help?”

He reached for her hand and looked deep into her fixated eyes.

“Darling, please listen to me. Let me in.”

It rained ferrets that night.





Kindred

8 01 2008

Shouldered by the things that we could never understand, we live each day like tomorrow’s waiting for us patiently. We understood what was nothing when we hugged a dear one and felt no comfort. No remorse. That was what it was to be. We say the right things to fast forward the days. No more regression. Always regrets. C’est la vie.





Nothing’s too late

2 01 2008

Blah blah blah…and the world keeps spinning on.

Sadly, things will never change and we will stop growing.

So cheers to the life amateurs!